Drop The Last Year Into

Although Birds Coexist With Us On This Eroded Planet, They Live Independently Of Us With A Self-sufficiency That Is Almost A Rebuke. In The World Of Birds A Symposium On The Purpose Of Life Would Be Inconceivable. They Do Not Need It. We Are Not That Self-reliant. We Are The Ones Who Have Lost Our Way.

Materialism Is Decadent And Degenerate Only If The Spirit Of The Nation Has Withered And If Individual People Are So Unimaginative That They Wallow In It.

It Seems To Me That The Thing That Makes The Theater Worthwhile Is The Fact That It Attracts So Many People With Ideas Who Are Constantly Trying To Share Them With The Public. Real Art Is Illumination. It Gives A Man An Idea He Never Had Before Or Lights Up Ideas That Were Formless Or Only Lurking In The Shadows Of His Mind. It Adds Stature To Life.

The Humorous Man Recognizes That Absolute Purity, Absolute Justice, Absolute Logic And Perfection Are Beyond Human Achievement And That Men Have Been Able To Live Happily For Thousands Of Years In A State Of Genial Frailty.

The Virtue Of The Camera Is Not The Power It Has To Transform The Photographer Into An Artist, But The Impulse It Gives Him To Keep On Looking.